Pullman rode a horse behind the dense army formation, holding a long binoculars in his hand to observe the situation on the opposite side. He was wearing black armor with a navy blue cape behind him, and his sturdy figure showed thick muscles.
"Do you have to fight here? Pullman." asked a handsome man next to him, riding a white horse.
"Of course." Pullman put the telescope down, then called the messenger beside him, and began to give some orders.
"Why, are you worried about my decision?" Pullman turned around and asked after he finished his instructions.
"Some, according to the current situation, hide in the mountains, consume and harass their logistics, and then attack them, the casualties will be much smaller." The companion calmly analyzed.
"I understand what you mean. It is estimated that you are scolding me in your heart, disregarding everyone's life for the sake of fame and glory."
Pullman looked at the friend and smiled.
"But war is not just war, it is more of an extension of will."
"Since we took action, we have mobilized many people to go to various counties and provinces to declare, to tell those who live in misery and oppression, tell them this ideal, stand up and fight, and jointly create an equal and happy country."
"But it turned out, you know, that it didn't work out well."
"Tolan, you should have seen those scenes. Some people wake up from morning to night, work day and night to make ends meet, and finally die of exhaustion in the stinky ditch. It is obvious that they have reached this point, but they are still numb and never resist. ."
"Yes."
"In fact, those people are not stupid, but they are too desperate, as long as they see a little hope, it will not be like this."
"But the nobles have the training path of the extraordinary sequence, and they also have a lot of resources. One sequence 1 can beat a dozen ordinary people. If they resist, they may die faster. The repeated experience over the years is like a spell. It locked their hearts firmly and became extremely docile."
"What if we defeated these nobles in the mountains? That would only send a signal that we couldn't beat these nobles originally. We just relied on the location to attack and we were lucky enough to win. It is estimated that we will still fail in the future."
"Maybe you and I both know that's not the case, but in the eyes of others it's the way it is."
"Only by defeating the West Wind nobles in a dignified manner on the battlefield where the enemy is favorable, and when the opponent is fully prepared, can all doubts be eliminated."
"And such a victory will turn into a loud thunder, igniting a long-silent flame in people's hearts."
"So, no matter how many sacrifices there are, we must not take a step back."
"Go on, go on, go on, until we die, that's what we believe in, what we choose, what our destiny is."
"Then, let's start." Pullman waved his hand, and the ancient and desolate horn began to sound.
The horn is made of ancient animal bones, and it has been passed down for many years. With the sound of the horn in the center of the army formation, the horns of the insurgent army also sounded one after another announcing the attack.
The soldiers under the blue flag held long spears and round shields. The gun body was about three meters long. The dense spear tips pointed to the sky, like patches of dense forest. The soldiers standing in the formation could not even see the sky. Because in front of his field of vision is a group of closely arranged gun barrels. These fighters stretched for nearly 3 kilometers and formed a formation nearly 100 meters thick.
There are about 120,000 formal troops on the west wind side, and about 10,000 peasants who are temporarily recruited to be responsible for logistics and sundries. The rebel army has more than 70,000 troops, and the rest of the auxiliary personnel is about 20,000.
"Fairy Wood"
After the military order was passed on, a middle-level officer began to make the final mobilization. In fact, they themselves were not sure. Those present were the first time in their lives to experience such a grand battlefield. But no matter how nervous they are, this emotion cannot be expressed. They are the backbone and backbone of the army, and the courage of these soldiers.
"Everyone!" A roaring voice called from the officer's mouth.
"Straighten your chest and look straight ahead."
"Grasp your shield and hold your spear straight."
"Work together, move forward!"
These officers don't tell these soldiers that if you win, you will live. This will only make the soldiers hesitate and sway their will.
War is a matter of countless deaths, and any naive fantasy will be shattered by the bloody reality.
But even so, they had a reason to move forward. Unlike those aristocratic private armies who took money to do business, these shabby warriors had a mortal consciousness from the very beginning.
The silent formation began to move, they shouted slogans, and marched forward neatly in accordance with the rhythm of the slogans, the cold spears began to move forward like a city wall, and the crude steel armor and spears kept shaking as they moved forward, like a shimmering wave. of the ocean.
The West Wind Coalition Army on the opposite side saw this terrifyingly neat scene, and there were bursts of tremors from the ground, and they felt terrified.
"Hey, hey, no, aren't they just hillbillies?"
A veteran in full steel armor, watching the marching forward, felt a little panic in his heart. Isn't it just a common peasant uprising? Those guys would make a fight every few years. so great. The other small families around even swayed a little, and the formation began to sway.
"Bow and arrow, let go!"
The longbow battalion on the west wind side gave an order, and the projectile bow and arrow flew high, streaked across huge arcs, and then poured down like a heavy rain.
"Raise your shield!"
The officer accompanying the army gave a loud order, and the black cast iron round shield was raised above his head, layer upon layer like fish scales, the arrows fell on the shield, making a ding ding dong dong sound. Most of the bows and arrows were blocked by the shield, and a small number were shot through the gaps in the round shield and inserted into the arms and shoulders. But even so, the soldier who was shot insisted, and did not put down the shield in his hand.
After the rain of arrows, some soldiers fell, and the vacant positions were immediately filled by the people behind, and they continued to move forward.
With a terrifyingly neat stride, these warriors marched against a rain of arrows.
"Foolishness." The old duke shattered, and then let his cavalry begin to prepare.
The army of the west wind separated from the middle, and the cavalry in the oregano armor filed out of it. The delicate patterns of the bronze reflected golden light in the sunlight, and the horses under the crotch neighed.
There is a triangular flag hanging on the long bronze lance, and the flag on the red background has the pattern of the golden goat head. The totem of the cliff goat is the family emblem of the duke family of the rock wall. , smash through the rock and never look back.
These armored cavalrymen wore tight oregano armor, and the warhorses under their crotch were also covered with tough armor pieces. When walking, the armor pieces collided with each other, making a crisp sound, like a wind chime announcing death.
The leader of the legion raised the golden broadsword, pointed to the sky, and swung it down heavily.
"Goat of Orichalcum, charge!" The wind chimes rang, and the hoofs sounded like thunder.